3/12/2025, 1:05 AM
The girl piqued her curiosity. What little she'd seen of Golde, she had taken her to be somewhat reclusive and borderline skittish, preferring the company of Hexx to her other packmates - Aurelia couldn't blame her. It was natural to find one's safe space within a group.
What was curious was her profound lack of... sorrow. Then again, perhaps even Aurelia might have avoided the stinging pain of grief had circumstances been different, and maybe then she could picture a life lived in steady forward motion. No stagnation, no wallowing, no struggling to rise with the dawn carrying a heart full of lead.
She couldn't have known Golde's history, so she could only assume her experiences thus far had been either limited or complacent.
Or she was very, very good at repressing that which she did not like to think about.
A flicker of something sharp passed behind Golde's expression, and Aurelia wondered.
Her response was non-committal and murky at best. Motioning with her head, she beckoned the Shakti-Vaes to follow, and it was with almost mechanical reflex that she immediately put herself in motion.
To cherish was to risk the agony of loss, something a younger version of herself might have detested - but now, somewhat wiser and more mature, she realized every tear shed was a declaration of love and worthiness to those who had passed.
'How temporary we all are,' she thought.
What was curious was her profound lack of... sorrow. Then again, perhaps even Aurelia might have avoided the stinging pain of grief had circumstances been different, and maybe then she could picture a life lived in steady forward motion. No stagnation, no wallowing, no struggling to rise with the dawn carrying a heart full of lead.
She couldn't have known Golde's history, so she could only assume her experiences thus far had been either limited or complacent.
Or she was very, very good at repressing that which she did not like to think about.
A flicker of something sharp passed behind Golde's expression, and Aurelia wondered.
Her response was non-committal and murky at best. Motioning with her head, she beckoned the Shakti-Vaes to follow, and it was with almost mechanical reflex that she immediately put herself in motion.
I notice you say it in the past tense,she said, keeping pace next to the golden woman,
I hope that is a good thing in this instance.
To cherish was to risk the agony of loss, something a younger version of herself might have detested - but now, somewhat wiser and more mature, she realized every tear shed was a declaration of love and worthiness to those who had passed.
'How temporary we all are,' she thought.
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